The village of OutForJusticeBurgh was nestled in an idyllic valley in northern Ontario. Or maybe it was the southern Yucatan. The folks could never tell the difference. However, since time seemed not to affect it, it could have been in the Flint Hills of Kansas.

Anyway, everyone in the village was sitting around the fire singing "Man of Constant Sorrow" in very bad High Lonesome voices. All except for dagny, who was fetching the guys rum-and-RCs.

But there was evil in the hills. The evil was creeping in unbeknownst to all but two.

How would the village react? Who would be the hero? What was the number for the police? We'll get the answers to the first two questions soon enough.